Grieving

These arms of decaying bodies reach towards the skyline.
With all wings reaching back.
How has this affected you?
When standing on your own two feet became a war.
No salvation to hold, a constant urge of starvation.
You pushed me down, now I pull you under.
Feel my war and I will find you peace.
I offer loyalty over betrayal.
I offer redemption over revenge.
Even when the parasite of emptiness digs deeper into your heart and leaves a hole.
Is there enough grace behind your eyes to fill it instead?
...
Behold! The freedom of life has brought us happiness!
Even though the world may speak, the dead have nothing left to say.
I see you seek answers, first; you must answer only to yourself.
Let your soul find its place and make your peace with it.
Let love.
And love.
All love.